May 2012
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The Creation of Dreams : 2011
An open book with words on a line
once closed holds a secret in the spine
the words separate and reconnect
with the ones they most care for and respect
Love mingles with Hate
they eat from the same plate
it’s like they don’t even know the chaos they create
War and Peace have mastered the waltz
they share the floor with True and False
they dance through the night
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Drawing Words : 2011
I wish I could put into words
what it is you do
to my heart
to my spirit
to my face
you make my mind race
through random adjectives
desperately trying to find
reasons I am so taken
by the music you own
or the books you haven’t read
or the way those leather straps fit so snug around your wrist
I wish I could draw out of a hat
the words that would describe this
but I can’t
so I’ll just take a...
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Don't Hear, Listen : 2011
The beat flows through me
like purple honey
every single time it drops
an explosion
puts my soul in motion
I play it
pray
it never stops
I hold it close to me
feel reverberations
of magic-made creations
how they’re supposed to be
deep down in the bottom of my shoe
where my sole is
tap tap tap
the rhythm right through me
my mark is right there where that hole is
I danced into the...
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Unnamed : 2011
The sky cried tonight and I felt the pain of a thousand souls lost. a thousand souls found. a thousand souls scattered like confetti on the ground
The sky cried and a child cried and the world held her hand
© 2011 Megan Lucas
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THE LETTER : 2010
My Dearest Sir, It has been what feels like eternity since we, like fools, did say goodbye to something that so clearly has shown it will not leave. It feels like I have died a death of the soul and there is nothing that exists that could bring me back to life like you. Never in my entire existence have I been so taken by emotion. I have been drunk and sober and hungover all in one moment. All in...
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Have You Ever?
Have you ever met an amazing person? An amazing group of people? From an amazing place in the world you never thought you’d live in? Have you ever fallen in love with someone you had just met and then over several days you got to know them and you just liked them more and you wished they were your best friend or your lover or your mother or your father? Have you ever had to say goodbye to them...
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The Passing Train : 2011
Every day I drive out to the train tracks to write. It’s quiet and I can think. There’s something about a train that calms my soul. I’ve been doing it now for the past fifteen months or so and I’ve never seen the train. Part of me believed there was no train and the other part of me knew that the train passes there very early in the morning. So early that the sun doesn’t even get to see it....
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My Journal Bleeds : 2010
My journal bleeds from wounds inflicted by my hand that was trying to free emotions inflicted upon my heart by your soul. Scars from pages written on and torn out and squashed and thrown against the wall. I went through it all. With you. I heard the way ‘I love you’ sounds when harmonized with lies. It drowns emotion and cuts off feeling and prolongs the healing when eventually your lies become...
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Mind Slaughter : 2010
Thoughts of wanting to hold your hand would gnaw their way into this land I house inside my head ridden to my bed by recent thoughts of what went wrong and why it took so long I’ve got that song on repeat and the cursor on delete, yet I would still very much like to meet that stranger you were the night you became familiar That night I went from ‘her’ to ‘his’ to ‘yours’ Show’s over, please...
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What I Need Most
My heart beats at a variable amount per second
It depends on a sight or a sound or a mention
Of your name or a memory of your face
It’s all the same
It just brings me pain
And every time it beats
My love for you depletes
Not because I don’t
But because you won’t
Return to me
That which is mine
...
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What good is a day without night time?
September 19, 2011
surely no better than sunshine hidden by clouds that threaten to rain but never do more than drive me insane with dark when it should be bright time What good is a cup without tea? What good is a room without me? What good is a night what good is a day and what good is a cup when you’re that far away? What good is this life without something for even a nothing is...
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Recall: August 28th, 2011…
Good evening bloggers and rebloggers. This is my first text post. I’ve been going ape with the photographs and I know that might be the only reason you decided to click the ‘follow’ button and I assure you my text posts will be bulky but infrequent.
I think it’s only appropriate to introduce myself properly so that you don’t feel like a stalker but a rather an acquaintance or, maybe someday, a...
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Bulbs Maybe?
From love sprouted words like dandelion blooming so brightly and full. Occasional droughts followed by snow where more words from love would grow. But winter killed life as I know it, a lawnmower dragged them away and hard as I try the blooms will not show overpopulated by weeds of dismay. Now my heart is in search of a seed more hardy and lasting than love one that still flowers without constant...
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Poetry is a story that is so good, it doesn’t need...
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We Are Ghosts
we are ghosts
you and me and them
and we walk through each other
and take a mountain
and leave a fraction
and shattered hearts
and crumbling souls
are all that’s left
we are ghosts
you and me and them
destroying humanity
© 2011 Megan Lucas
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Writers understand each other. We are unafraid to...
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30 Minute Letters
Dear person I hate,
Hate is not really that strong a word but the world seems to think it is and if there ever exists a person that makes me dislike them to a degree that the world thinks is too strong a degree to actually feel without being judged then I hope I don’t meet you. I hope I never experience what it is you would do that would make me dislike you so intensely. That said, I suggest that...
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The Photographer Guy
Amidst the blur of multiple conversations Too many smiling faces I found myself Lost in flashes of his blinding light Drowned in phosphenes This was one of those dreams I knew I’d wake up before I’d experienced the night I watched as he moved around From one laughing face to the next His mouth and brow Imitating expressions he intended to capture In this time capsule he...
February 2011
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The Wait Goes On
We used to play cops and robbers like nothing could ever stop us and we turned this drab and grey little world into something we could smile at. He wore a pretty little top hat and when I’d touch it he’d say ‘stop that! I’m getting my Fred Astaire on’. Then I’d just get my stare on and start looking at him sideways, smiling, wondering about his queer ways and...
Pitcher This
The table I sit at holds a glass
It used to be full
I drank it
I’m drunk
This life it makes me high
And your idea of glass-half-empty
glass-half-full
is but a joke to me
because truthfully
I carry the pitcher
Bottomless
and I fill the glass when its empty
I drink its contents when I’m thirsty
I am in control
Oh and by the way
If your glass isn’t full
Don’t...
October 2010
21 posts
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A Shared Heart by Megan Tinka Lucas
I find myself praying for your mother. I already love her. We haven’t even met. I pray for her health and she isn’t even sick. I pray for her happiness. I pray for her safety. I pray that she is blessed daily with sunshine. And in the midst of all this praying, I thank God for creating her. For through her, he created you. And never have I been more thankful for a human being’s existence as I am...
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Then Now Forever by Megan Tinka Lucas
In the dark crevices of my mind is where you’ll find you reside. On a night no different than tonight you decided to sneak your way into the sidwalks of my thoughts and then you walked for days on end without rest. A nomad, drifting from dreams to fantasies to realities. Hungry for a new truth. You walked until you couldn’t stand and your wings took over. So there you were, flying...
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I've reached a new ten and would like to say thank...
Special thanks to butterflydreaming and cortneywhite for their continued support and inspiration. I <3 You both to the moon.
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A Wish To Remember by Megan Tinka Lucas
It has been many moons since we last connected. I am trying my utmost to be strong but the world is pushing me further and further away from reality. Nothing is real anymore. I don’t believe in magic like I used to. I don’t believe that shooting stars are what give me rising suns and I’ve forgotten how to dream. If I can’t dream then what is the purpose of my existence, for...
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In The Parking Lot
I miss the way we used to speak. Back and forth without taking a breath like a battle we were both trying to lose… And then, every passage or so later, we’d just listen.
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Theme Thursday: Justice
Served by Megan Tinka Lucas
one blow to the face
one jab to the ribs
a kick to the thigh
a bite to the lips
and now he’s dead
and there’s blood on your bed
tomorrow they’ll try you
and you’ll say you weren’t there
then you’ll say you were
but you were tied to a chair
no rope-marked wrists
no broken glass
just silent treatment
and a guilty mask
...
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Just Like it Was Tomorrow by Megan Tinka Lucas
I wrote this one last year… Just putting it here for records
It’s raining insane amounts and it has me thinking of that night we were trapped in that blizzard and after fighting the cold for felt like forever
We found a fire
Do you remember how warm it was?
I do, just like it was tomorrow
I kissed your face and it melted your heart and you realized that you were where you wanted...
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Tapping into the past
I’ve tried many times to jot down things I remember from my past. It’s not a very far trip but it’s definitely full of emotion. One needs to consider the fact that, at this exact point in time, I am what people refer to as twenty three years old. I’m not even at the quarter mark yet. I’ve noticed, though, that the things I considered to be hurtful and the violence and...
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The Refall by Megan Tinka Lucas
I recall meeting you, I do. Don’t ask me as if you assume I’ve forgotten. Better yet, don’t ask me as if I have no right to blot it out of my mind. Meeting you is no longer the highlight of my life. I chose to forget. What I didn’t plan was this sudden appearance of a relapse in the midst of my recovery. What’s that? You say you still love me? Well love doesn’t...
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Word Cue of the Day
cultofthemuse:
Panacea: [pan-uh-see-uh] 1. a remedy for all disease or ills; cure-all. 2. an answer or solution for all problems or difficulties. (bonus round) 3. In Greek mythology, Panacea (Greek Πανάκεια, Panakeia) was a goddess of healing.
MEMO
Write something with this
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Remember Love? by Megan Tinka Lucas
Remember how when we didn’t really know what love was, we knew other things. Like happiness was the thing you feel when you’re flying on swings. Like sadness was a tear and darkness was a fear. Like memories were things we did yesterday and not something we spent our lives trying to create. Like a bed was not only for sleeping, it was also for jumping and hiding and finding things under. Like we...
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Theme Thursday: Sacrifice
I love feeling the earth beneath my soul
as I walk
and I love being in control
of the dark
and the spark I create
when I’m smashing plates
on the ground
without making a sound
is a spark like no other
I have found
that if you try to look around
you’ll see
many a piece of a memory
floating weightlessly
waiting patiently
for someone to make it...
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Drawing words by Megan Tinka Lucas
I wish I could put into words
what it is you do
to my heart
to my spirit
to my face
you make my mind race
through random adjectives
desperately trying to find
reasons I am so taken
by the music you own
or the books you haven’t read
or the way those leather straps fit so snug around your wrist
I wish I could draw out of a hat
the words that would describe this
but I...
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Hummingbird Nostalgia by Megan Tinka Lucas
I heard a hummingbird sing
and I forgot
and I’ll never remember again
and I wonder if those shooting stars
really are
as magical as we believe
Things that you said
now a noise
a great war in my head
and those shooting stars will get me
where I need to be tonight
I wonder if angels have wings
and if they can sing
like that hummingbird
I don’t know how to remember
those...
“What if I couldn’t read you a story? What if I couldn’t sing you a...”
– Tinka
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Time Travel by Megan Lucas
Maybe Adam was afraid of perfection. Maybe Eve could sense it and she set him free. Maybe they didn’t want to live in a world with one expectation. But rather in one with too many. Maybe we don’t know how many stars there are in the universe because if we did then we’d know that every three seconds a new star is formed and if that is true then it would mean that every eight...
September 2010
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Impressions by Megan Tinka Lucas
your impression was lasting.you dented my soul.your rhythm and poise and overall control of the situation left me dizzy for days.still in a haze from that last breath i stole while you were busy playing lead.your aura like a weed i pull from the ground and roll up in paper.puff.pass.moving on.like the brown bag i wore over my head.you used me as a hiding place.i was safe.safer than home.and now...
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Walk with Me by Megan Tinka Lucas
In (insert year here), he was killed. I was at that festival. I was on that street. Flashing lights. Deafening sirens. We all made our assumptions. The ambulance made it’s way out. He didn’t. He made his way in. Through the gates of wherever it is people go after something like that. I cried. And then. I stopped. They say he died. I say he’s still alive. He may not be with us in...
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A Constant State of Fear by Megan Tinka Lucas
I fear beginnings
like I do darkness
I hate to walk in secluded streets
dimly lit by cigarette stubs
and moonlight
reflecting off broken street lamps
I fear they’ll find me
I fear they’ll snatch me up and refine me
I fear that it’ll be the end
of me
I fear endings like I do beginnings
What comes next?
Another beginning
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My Firefly by Megan Tinka Lucas
It’s summer and I wish you were here. The nights are so warm. They remind me of kisses under the bright white moon. They remind me of you. Fireflies light up the night sky like Christmas lights in June. They feel like magic and I want to touch. I just miss you so much. I miss your magic. The kind you have hidden behind your smile. That sparkle in your eye. My firefly. Except you came in...
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Sometimes I Wish by Megan Tinka Lucas
Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes and teleport myself back to the time when you and I were one mind in more than one body. I didn’t need your physicality, I needed your slick mentality. That drop of reality you squeeze out of me. Nobody said that we had to be together but they all saw how much we needed each other. You were more like a brother. Don’t get confused by this...
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A Letter by Megan Tinka Lucas
My Dearest Sir, It has been what feels like eternity since we, like fools, did say goodbye to something that so clearly has shown it will not leave. It feels like I have died a death of the soul and there is nothing that exists that could bring me back to life like you. Never in my entire existence have I been so taken by emotion. I have been drunk and sober and hungover all in one moment. All in...
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I Dreamed of Going to the Moon by Megan Tinka...
I dreamed of going to the moon I dreamed I went too soon I dreamed it on a full moon we departed with a plan we knew where we were going we were going to the moon I was here and you were there and the moon was everywhere so you packed your heart and I packed my soul and together we left the earth we flew so high we didn’t realize the moon was out of sight for you see on this specific night...
